Post by Bayley Wiklun on Sept 16, 2011 11:59:24 GMT -5
By midnight, Bayley was fucking loaded. But she shut the party down for her wife. She cleaned up, drunker then hell, which was funny in itself. She fell once or twice, before she gave it up as a bad job and went outside for a cigarette, and a j. She puffed on the j, and watched Cili transform. She loved watching Cili transform. She stroked a hand down Cili's tiger head, and kissed her on the forehead. She whispered sweet nothings to her, then watched her climb the stairs. She smirked, and went back to watching the night sky while she puffed.
She woke to the smell of...baked sugar. Which was her first alarm bell going off. She threw off the blankets, and had to attempt to stand a few times before she could. She was still a little rough yet. She rubbed her eyes, popped hang over pills, and walked down the stairs. Since they'd moved in together, Cili had always gotten up first, and every morning had coffee on. But not today, which was Bayley's second clue.
Bayley stood at the edge of the kitchen, in loose PJ pants, and a tank top. Her hair was messed up, and hell, Bayley looked rough. She was pale, and she was pretty damn sure she was still drunk. Bayley loved to drink, and had stayed up a few more hours after Cili went to bed drinking. That was the other reason they agreed Cili would be the one carrying the babies. Bayley liked to drink. But there was something up with her wife, and as much as she reallly didn't wanna be in the sugar covered death comb right now, she stepped in.
"What's wrong?''
When Bayley was hung over, as she was now, she was even more demanding and honest then normally. She started the coffee herself, and watched Cili. Cili may not know she was doing it, but Bayley had been watching her rub her stomach since she'd come down. Bayley walked over, and pressed her hands against it.
"Your belly is really hard, baby. Are you feeling okay?" Bayley looked into her eyes. She was baking at 10 after 7 in the morning, and had 12 cakes done already. There was no coffee, no breakfast. There was something wrong with this girl. She bit her tongue slightly, and rubbed her belly, watching her face. When she hit a certain spot, she watched her face react with pain.
She sat Cili down, and took the belly measurements herself. She knew a little medical work. Very little, but enough. She laid her ear against her belly, and listened for the twins heartbeat. She couldn't hear it, but she couldn't help but smile as she listened to the twins move around. Then when Cili started squirming, she helped her up, and turned towards the phone. She announced she was calling the doctor, and proceeded to pour coffee.
She woke to the smell of...baked sugar. Which was her first alarm bell going off. She threw off the blankets, and had to attempt to stand a few times before she could. She was still a little rough yet. She rubbed her eyes, popped hang over pills, and walked down the stairs. Since they'd moved in together, Cili had always gotten up first, and every morning had coffee on. But not today, which was Bayley's second clue.
Bayley stood at the edge of the kitchen, in loose PJ pants, and a tank top. Her hair was messed up, and hell, Bayley looked rough. She was pale, and she was pretty damn sure she was still drunk. Bayley loved to drink, and had stayed up a few more hours after Cili went to bed drinking. That was the other reason they agreed Cili would be the one carrying the babies. Bayley liked to drink. But there was something up with her wife, and as much as she reallly didn't wanna be in the sugar covered death comb right now, she stepped in.
"What's wrong?''
When Bayley was hung over, as she was now, she was even more demanding and honest then normally. She started the coffee herself, and watched Cili. Cili may not know she was doing it, but Bayley had been watching her rub her stomach since she'd come down. Bayley walked over, and pressed her hands against it.
"Your belly is really hard, baby. Are you feeling okay?" Bayley looked into her eyes. She was baking at 10 after 7 in the morning, and had 12 cakes done already. There was no coffee, no breakfast. There was something wrong with this girl. She bit her tongue slightly, and rubbed her belly, watching her face. When she hit a certain spot, she watched her face react with pain.
She sat Cili down, and took the belly measurements herself. She knew a little medical work. Very little, but enough. She laid her ear against her belly, and listened for the twins heartbeat. She couldn't hear it, but she couldn't help but smile as she listened to the twins move around. Then when Cili started squirming, she helped her up, and turned towards the phone. She announced she was calling the doctor, and proceeded to pour coffee.
